Truculent [girlxgirl]

Hi My Name Is...

"I'm Cassandra Lavender Pierce." I say offering a pseudo smile to the class.

"P-PIERCE?!?! YOUR A DESCENDANT OF THE ARTEMIS PIERCE?!?! I-I CAN SEE IT!!!" The class burst into disrupting noise. This is the reason why I hate telling people who I am they always act like I'm some goddess or something. Artemis Pierce was just my ancestor I haven't done anything amazing in my life. Except maybe that one time when I jumped from the roof into the pool and broke my leg.

I laughed to myself. Good times. "Hey Cassy, can I call you Cassy?" A smoking hot girl asked me who was sitting at my table. "Yeah it's my nickname after all."

"Cassy will you have my babies? Can I have yours? We could make beautiful babies together don't you think?", she asked while grasping my arm and leaning in so close that her boobs were grasping my arm too. "No I don't think you're attractive enough to be able to be the mother of a beautiful baby." I said pushing her off of me. I hate it when girls only like me because of my family name and probably wealth. Being a descendent of one of the seven SP founders automatically gives you high-class wealth at birth which is why it's prohibited to have more than one child when you are a descendant.

She gave me a killer glare and shot back, "I look way better than you could ever dream to be anyways! Don't be arrogant just b-" she was interrupted by the teacher Mrs. Watson. "VIVICA KNOW YOUR PLACE!! Automatic 3 hour detention after class and I'll be phoning your mothers.", Mrs. Watson said to Vivica. I'll have to talk to her during lunch to ensure that she doesn't go so hard on the hot chic.

I looked at the people sitting at my table the hot one, Vivica, had wavy sky-blue hair that went down to her elbows and a tan complexion. Classic facade PURITY® and the reason why I don't read that shit. The next girl, Synthia, had golden eyes with star-shaped pupils and glasses. I would say 'obviously contacts' but you never know with the genetic-play parents are getting. Her hair was in a neat bun wear the outer hair was clear-ish white and the core of her hair was pink. Now that was a real PURITY® do. Lastly there was a girl with hair like fire, solar pink, yellow, and red orange. Her hair was cut short but her bangs went down to her chin. I couldn't see her eyes and when I looked for her 'Hi My Name Is...' tag it wasn't there.

Where is her tag? I'm pretty sure it's mandatory to put one on on the first day. "Who are you?", I spoke my thoughts. Mrs. Watson and the girl standing to introduce herself, Synthia, gave me a look. "Now Ms. Lavender...", Mrs. Watson said intentionally avoiding my ancestor's name and calling my surname, "...let's be respectful please, after all your interest will be satisfied momentarily.", she added the please out of fear of course.

"My apologies, Synthia.", I said standing up and giving her a short bow. I saw her cheeks had been a little more pink than before. Cute, she was absolutely adorable and for the rest of her introduction I stared hard at her. She sat across from me so I knew she'd notice, and she did. She began stuttering and rubbing her hands together, broadcasting her nervousness to me. Cute cute, "Cute.", I whispered to her more than to myself and she heard, I watched her fidget. She looked sickly with such a pink face. I laughed a little when she sat down.

I directed my attention to the mystery girl as she stood, her skin was a dark caramel color that made me a little hungry. For fudge or caramel, not her. Her flame-like hair was curly making it look like sparks. "Take your hair out of your face so we can see you darling,", Mrs. Watson said.

The girl flipped her bangs over her spiky short hair and I watched the sparks fly. Her eyes were black with no iris and a white pupil. Real or fake her look was bold. I glanced at the class and they were also captivated by her appearance. "Wha-what's your name dear?", Mrs. Watson said, clearly indecisive about her impression of the girl.

"My name is Renee Sapphire Ba", the class found their view of her, fear, anger, and, worst of all, disgust.